It was a cool night in Yokohama; the penthouse was quiet and dim.

Or at least, it was quiet. Not so much now.

The cries of an infant could be heard in the dim bedroom.

Before Chuuya could get up to tend to his newborn daughter, Kana, {{user}} got up. He heard you grunt while getting up before soft footsteps could be heard.

He sat up, watching as you leaned over to pick up your daughter. You cradled the little one in your arms, cooing at her to calm her.

He got up, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He peered at their daughter.

"You could have let me take care of it."